He playfully rolled his eyes as we waited for the girls’ turns.
I was the fourth on the list. Riley wasn’t kidding about the guys hanging around for the event. I felt like the one girl in a bad orgy porn. They all stood around the edge and hooted and hollered as I approached the bull.
I jumped on the back and waited to signal the operator. I took off the flannel that was covering my arms and half my upper body. It had been tied in the front, showing my white tank, but not anymore. I watched Riley as I seductively pulled the flannel off and dropped it on the ground beside me.
Like in the club, I was nervous with all the attention coming from the crowd around me, but Riley was my anchor. If I focused on him, he would keep me grounded.
I sent him a wink and then grabbed onto the bull with my right hand, my left going in the air.
“Don’t go easy on her!” Riley shouted. “She’s a professional!”
That little shit.
I was going to torture him. I would strengthen my resolve and make him wait even longer for the actual ride he wanted.
I narrowed my eyes at him, and he sent me a Cheshire Cat grin.
The bull operator commented though his microphone about the challenge. He asked the crowd if they should take it easy on me. The crowd chorused back a resounding no.
Then the machine started, and quickly. The bull rolled forward, and I continued the motion with my body leaning backward. It quickly leaned backward, and I adjusted my position to shift forward in the opposite direction. My hips shifted with every direction change.
The bull started spinning as the forward-backward motion continued. The world spun, but I kept turning my head to keep eye contact with Riley. Like I had previously done, he was holding his phone, recording this.
“Faster!” I called out to the operator, and he commented on my cockiness.
I was focused on reminding Riley that I was the better rider.
A quick glance around the inflatable showed me that Riley wasn’t the only one watching me closely. Jared was standing there with hungry, lustful eyes. Marly was standing a few people away, with her arms crossed, her lip pouting, and angry eyes. She glanced to Jared, me, and then back to Jared, who still had not taken his gaze off of me.
The speed picked up again, and the direction changes came more sporadically. I squeezed tighter with my legs and continued to roll my body.
“Faster,” the crowd called.
The operator obliged, and I was moving so fast I was getting incredibly dizzy.
“Five more seconds and she hits the record. Let’s count her down!”
“Five, four, three, two, one!” the crowd had yelled.
I held on for three more seconds, just for good measure. I loosened my legs and my hand on the bull, and then I went tumbling over the front, landing in a somersault.
It took me a few seconds to get my bearings, but the crowd was still cheering. I stumbled my way over to the edge with my flannel in hand, and Riley picked me up and lifted me over it.
“That was so hot,” he said.
“What I’m hearing is that your plan backfired,” I told him. His face was still moving as my head was still spinning.
“It backfired, so hard.” He said the innuendo with a wink.
“Let it stand in the record books that I am the better rider.”
“For now,” he said. “There are other ways for me to take back that title, all when you are ready.”
“We’ll see,” I said with a grin.
We didn’t hang around to see the rest of the girls go. It was pretty obvious that I won. We grabbed Athena and loaded her in the trailer before leaving the fairgrounds.
I spent half the drive home staring at Riley from the passenger seat. I snapped a quick picture with my phone when he wasn’t looking. He looked too good not to.
